When we started spreading the Rational Culture, we had never dreamed about computer or printing press.
We would make everything by hand and with the good will of Rational Culture Students.
I and some other students, diligent promoters, would do the spreading in Rio de Janeiro through banners that we hung on the walls of bridges, stores and buildings.
And in all of these spreadings something always special, I mean, Rational would happen.
To make a long story short, in one of these occasions, we were painting a large wall which was part of a tire repair shop in São João de Meriti, RJ.
We were painting the Universe in Disenchantment Book’s cover with a few words, which we could hardly finish because the owner of the commercial establishment spoke the whole time about his friendship with Master Manoel.
He told us, “This book is Manoel’s, isn’t it? And, if you are his friends then you are my friends too! By the way, I have a few things to tell about him!”
He fed us with snacks and softdrinks, which were replenished all the time, for he did all he could to please us. In one of these moments he told one interesting story which I will narrate here.
The friend of Master Manoel started:
“Mr Manoel had the kind of courage we, horseback –riders, had never seen before! We thought he was not from this world. He was different: he protected us, helped us financially and did unbelievable things!
When we rode from Jacarepaguá to Belford Roxo, we had to go through hills and along precipices, considering the fact that there were not so many slums as we see these days in Rio de Janeiro.
There was a pathway which offered passage to one horse at a time only. We used that way as a shortcut, and it was located in Jacarepaguá. In this passage the horseback riders had to unmount the horse and conduct it by walking, since the slightest mistake would be fatal!
The passage was too narrow and if the horse tripped off one centimeter death would be eminent and we would fall into a precipice. And there we were all near the death with our hearts beating hard, whilst the horse recoiled in fear, denying to go ahead.
And Mr. Manoel went mounted on his beautiful animal, conducting it along the precipice’s edge, smiling and telling we should go ahead because nothing would happen.
Everyone felt fear except Master Manoel who kept playing, smiling and leading everyone ahead.
This fact soon spread to the four corners of Rio de Janeiro from Jacarepaguá and Serrinha to Belford Roxo. He was the only rider who had the corage to pass along that precipice mounted on his horse. You had to see it with your own eyes!”
And thus we continued working on the banners, eating sandwiches, having softdrinks and listening to wonderful stories that Master Manoel’s friend had to tell about him.
Stories that prove his identity as a transcendental being, for only such special personality would have amazing power over the universal natural laws and be covered by all the powers of Nature!
Save you all!